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I open my eyes |
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but still manage to dream |
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This cold bathroom floor |
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now just feels like home to me |
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I stumble to the mirror |
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and I naturally start to clean |
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But my body's scorned withmarks |
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that say these aren'tthe last lines |
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that I'll see |
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So please cut this string |
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attached to my wrists |
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Buried in my shaking palm |
| [00:50.40] |
I hold this evil in my fist |
| [00:54.71] |
I relive my pain |
| [00:59.15] |
with every scar |
| [01:03.52] |
It's a battle field of memories |
| [01:08.25] |
that just won't go away |
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for me... |
| [01:31.10] |
This world has tied me down |
| [01:33.37] |
and the knot keeps tightening |
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Cause I'm just a puppet |
| [01:42.46] |
dangling from this breaking string |
| [01:49.50] |
But maybe I'll turn |
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this blade the other way |
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And roll up my sleeves |
| [02:00.41] |
to let the scars show my mistakes |
| [02:06.84] |
So please cut this string |
| [02:11.16] |
attached to my wrists |
| [02:16.13] |
Buried in my shaking palm |
| [02:20.73] |
I hold this evil in my fist |
| [02:24.95] |
I relive my pain |
| [02:29.25] |
with every scar |
| [02:33.98] |
It's a battle field of memories |
| [02:38.82] |
that just won't go away |
| [02:44.80] |
for me... |
| [03:02.70] |
You couldn't make the cut |
| [03:04.84] |
so now you'll make this cut |
| [03:11.41] |
You couldn't make the cut |
| [03:13.77] |
so now you'll make this cut |
| [03:20.63] |
You couldn't make the cut |
| [03:22.90] |
so now you'll make this cut |
| [03:29.65] |
You couldn't make the cut |
| [03:31.83] |
so now you'll make this cut |
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I can't breath |
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I'm in need |
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where's my crimson savior |
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No I won't crawl back |
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just to bleed |
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Forgive me |
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I promise I'll stay clean |
